(1923)
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The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…